Everything IS bigger in Dallas

I spent the month of August in Dallas (potentially not the BEST month to visit Texas, however..) for work and did manage to learn a few things about the lovely, wonderful people of that grand state .. or at least the Dallas area.

1. You will be called Ma’am.

Street art

As a Canadian, I’m used to politeness but there is something significantly special about the way the people in Texas converse with each other and people they’ve just met. Their every word appears to just drip with southern kindness topped off with a lovely smile and “you have a nice day now you hear and come back real soon.”

2. You better enjoy meats. And large potatoes. And very large amounts of food.

Lunch?

The portion sizes are always a shock for us Canadians but I’ve got family in northern States and I’m not certain that I’ve ever seen as much food presented as a one-person meal as I’ve ever seen in my life. The BBQ’ed anything was to die for and the steaks were thicker than my head. Oh and did I mention the MEXICAN FOOD. I think I was so spoiled I’ll never be able to eat nachos north of the Texas border again.

Yummmmmmmmmmmmm

3. It gets REEEEEEEAAAAAAAAL hot.

Certainly all Texans would probably agree that August is not the most ideal month to visit their fine State. And I suppose if I’m honest, I probably would not have chosen to head down there on holiday during temperatures of 45 degrees Celcius but, I was lucky enough to get to see a new place while working and I’d never pass up the opportunity to explore a new part of the world. The upside? A/C is everywhere.

Sunrise view from my room

I never thought I’d get to Texas but after spending three weeks with the fine folks down there, I’m sure glad I did, thank you ma’am.

Comments

traci said…

i luv the 'suthern' refrences and u can bet yer purdy hat i'll be back....maam!!!

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